A Woman In Her Sixties

My name is Woo Man A rare name of the bygone Native. Isn't it? My caretaker, sixfooter a liar And a former reputed Boxer Who's in the Seventieth milepost Eloped with a teenager Like his daughter In her racing car. I would like to dance in the Hurricane And show him that I am not an Icing cake Really capable to fight still in the Ring And bring the champion trophy home. *[The monk Ananda a senior disciple of Buddha once inquired on their way to a certain place when they met a beautiful Woman, 'Sir, What do you think of a Woman? ' 'Great and precious Ananda but an obstacle for our Monastic journey, I smiled with her when we passed that's all but she accompanies with Ananda I think.' The Buddha said. Then he blushed.]